...my Heart May Have Been In It

And That's All We Are Jefferson, All Of Us On This Earth, A Piece Of Drifting Wood. Until We - Each Of Us, Individually- Decide To Become Something Else. I Am Still That Piece Of Drifting Wood, And Those Out There Are No Better. But You Can Be Better.

I Have Learned As Much About Writing About My People By Listening To Blues And Jazz And Spirituals As I Have By Reading Novels.

How Do People Come Up With A Date And A Time To Take Life From Another Man? Who Made Them God?

"you Going Back," She Said. "you Ain't Going To Run Away From This, Grant."

"what For?" I Said. "what For, Tante Lou? He Treated Me The Same Way He Treated Her. He Wants Me To Feel Guilty, Just As He Wants Her To Feel Guilty. Well, I'm Not Feeling Guilty, Tante Lou. I Didn't Put Him There. I Do Everything I Know How To Do To Keep People Like Him From Going There. He's Not Going To Make Me Feel Guilty."